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I doubt anyone is actually 100% vanilla.
I doubt anyone is actually 100% vanilla.
I doubt anyone is actually 100% vanilla.
I always took you more for the spiced (spicy?) rum that makes the vanilla extract.I totally am.
*tries to keep straight face*
I totally am.
*tries to keep straight face*
It appears that these questions have played out. Still a few hours for people to post comments.
I must admit that I am pleasantly surprised by the amount of discussion we had today. I didn't have much to say, and I presumed that others likewise wouldn't.
But I was wrong, again.
Good work everyone.![]()
I'm generally a pretty easy going, relatively tolerant person. It takes a lot for someone to level up my ire to the point of actual hatred.Hate. It's just as complicated as love and maybe more so, because people can tend to obsess and dwell on it more. Are we worthy of it? And by that I mean, is it a necessary emotion or state of mind? Are others worthy of such low regard? Do people really deserve to be hated?
Have you ever hated anyone? Has that faded with time? Do you allow hate to dictate your actions or words? Can you face the person you hate without them knowing it?
There are so many issues related to hate, please feel free to discuss any aspect of it.
I'm generally a pretty easy going, relatively tolerant person. It takes a lot for someone to level up my ire to the point of actual hatred.
Hate takes way more effort than I'm generally willing to give to someone I dislike that much.
< If I do have a hatred toward someone, it's very difficult for me to hide, especially if I'm around that someone. Mostly, I can keep necessary interactions within the bare minimum of social courtesy. Usually I'll do my best to limit interaction with someone I hate, with zero interface being the desired goal. >
< I do not hate anyone. I was raised to believe that to "hate" someone, you would be willing to kill them. "Hate" was given such a strong and negative connotation, that I've always stuck with "I strongly dislike" someone or something, rather than saying I "hate" it. >
I keep trying to answer this & deleting it. I only have one person in my life that I hate & have for 30+ years. While in the hospital, being eaten away by cancer, they asked for my forgiveness. I told them to continue rotting in hell. They died that night. There are very few people who know any of this. It took several years & someone slipping up, letting me overhear that this person had a rather long list of haters. Did they deserve the hate? For me, yes. They have impacted my entire life; I am moving past part of it with the help of a friend, but the hate I will always carry.
< Meanness is the top of that list. When directed at me, I can shrug it off. When directed at others I go into full on mamma bear mode. It's not a pretty thing. >
I am unsure whether or not I actually hate. I'm still unsure whether or not I actually love, and I do that far more often than hate, so it's really difficult to guage. As mentioned, I feel flashes of what I imagine hatred to be.
It's intense, blinding and hurtful, and it always leaves me angry. Perhaps hatred is only high level, focused anger, that seems to be what it is for me. I am always left angry because it pisses me off that someone pushes me to that level. I cannot sustain that feeling, though. People that have made me feel hatred only end up with my contempt or pity in the long run. As Sickie said, they just aren't worth the bother.
I have watched sometime crash and burn when consumed with hatred, and that is scary. They were abused by their step father, and their mother did nothing to interfere. Most of the anger was focused on the step father, though they severed tiers with their mother as well. Their hatred was astonishingly sharp and close to the surface. This person lived their life seething with hatred for that man, endlessly wanting the chance to kill him. Drinking every day and then spending the night talking about the myriad ways he would kill the abusive bastard. Writing poisonous emails, dreaming of revenge and plotting ways to ruin his life. Ways which, incidentally, would ruin their own life as well.
After what I suppose was a few decades of this self destructiveness they hit rock bottom and recognized it finally. Looked around and said.. Wow. Half my life wasted on poisonous bullshit. Having seen hatred up close and personal on that scale, I know I don't ever want to feel it.
Are people worthy of hatred? I think they are. There are despicable people out there. It's a sad fact of humanity. I do remain thankful that I am not one of the ones propelled into that realm of hate, though I understand how people can get there.
Hate. It's just as complicated as love and maybe more so, because people can tend to obsess and dwell on it more. Are we worthy of it? And by that I mean, is it a necessary emotion or state of mind? Are others worthy of such low regard? Do people really deserve to be hated?
Have you ever hated anyone? Has that faded with time? Do you allow hate to dictate your actions or words? Can you face the person you hate without them knowing it?
There are so many issues related to hate, please feel free to discuss any aspect of it.